Uhm... so I have decided to post this and 'Prank Wars' at the same time, for two reasons. 1, this is a more serious story and while there will be humour, it will be very angsty. Yay! And 2, the other one will be humourous, but short. Well, short compared to this one anyways... Also, for some weird reason, I decided to start writing in 2nd person in this prologue... I blame my English teacher for that. Oh yeah, this is Jackson centric, there will be some heavy family stuff, brother/sister bonding and such along with 1 couple... which I shall not say. :P
Prologue
The school was silent, not a sound could be heard. It seemed like time had stopped, the world was frozen for a split second before chaos erupted. Every person in that building, sitting and standing, waited with baited breath for the final bell to toll, signaling the start of a new dawn, especially for the seniors.
They were all sitting in their classrooms, lounging around without a care for the world. They all new what would happen, the bell would ring; they would then all march in to the gymnasium and be forced to listen to graduation speeches and all that. So exciting.
And nerve racking.
The rest of the school didn't have a care; they were free to go once the bell rang. They didn't have to support the seniors, though some of them surely would. So they waited for the final bell to ring, because it signaled then end of the boring school year and the start of the summer holidays.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Some students watched the clock while others rested their heads on the table. Time seems to slow down when you want it to speed up, so best to not let temptation come in your way.
Foots tapped, fingers banged against the desk and the students sighed. Would this ever end?
Yes…
The bell went, students jumped up with their bags and rushed out of the classroom before the teachers could say anything. The seniors then got up and made their way to the gym, getting ready for graduation…
And then the graduation party.
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Say you go to a party with the main intent of seeing your friends for the last time. That's all, you promise your father you won't drink at all and he trusts you. You get into your own car and pick your friends up before heading to the party's destination.
Which so happens to be at the richest girl in school's house.
You arrive and you're greeted with shouts by all your peers. Everyone knows you, but sometimes it's not because you're popular, just that you're funny. But who are you to complain? You'd never fit in with the popular, I mean that's the jocks.
You and your friends try and find a place for you to 'hang' at but the quarterback stops you. You two have had your differences before and, for old time's sake, he tries to get you to drink some beer. You remember what you promised your father, you know he's counting on you to be responsible for the first time in your life.
But you could start tomorrow, right?
You take the can and drink the beer. The taste seems to burn your throat, your stomach churns. You pass it off as your system not being used to the alcohol, because now you have the whole football team patting your back. Pretty soon there is another can of beer in your hand, but you don't down this one straight away.
After a while things start blurring. Is this your fifth can now? Can't remember… you see a girl, blonde hair. You don't recognize her… or you do. You can't put a name to the face.
Your friends push you towards her, telling you to be the man. Stupidly you listen to them and the next minute the two of you are making out. She's drunk two.
And after that, it's completely blank. You wake up the next morning sleeping in your car, head resting against the window. You're parked in front of the beach and you have a splitting headache.
You reek of alcohol and feel tired and sluggish. You rest you head against the head rest, dreading going home.
You know your father is going to be mad because you didn't come home and you have lost his trust. But that can change over the summer right? You still have your whole life ahead of you.
Starting the engine, you drive home, thinking you've left all your troubles behind you. Oh how wrong you are.
Dun, dun, dun! I love Jackson, and I think he gets no credit on the show, so I am writing a Jackson centric fic. Unfortunately there is a lot I have planned for him in this, some good but mostly bad. It's called Tragedy and you can blame my drama teachers for that then.
Anyways, good, bad? Continue or no? And the prologue for 'Prank Wars' should be up later.